Well, guess what? This past week, he was gone again for a couple days! This time, I did much better coping. I basically decided that I could either work myself into a frenzy again, or I could just CHILL. I opted for somewhere in the middle.
(The funny thing is, statistically, a woman like me is most likely to be murdered by her husband. So when Paul is away, I'm actually safer!)
I still took all the proper precautions I took last time... which I won't get into specifically because I don't want to advertise to the world what I do, but I chose to trust in those precautions, thus, relaxing.
Actually, I took a couple less precautions than I did last time. I didn't lock the bathroom door when I showered. On my morning runs, I didn't run loops around my house, I ventured out a little farther. And since this was such a busy week for me at school, I barely had time to obsess and worry about the cats while I wasn't home.
One thing I did do was take my hair straightener with me when I left the house in the morning. Normally when I leave, it is still a little hot, but I'm not worried about it because Paul is home. But when he's not home? That warm(ish) hair straightener goes with me!
Never leave the house without a turkey sandwich and a hair straightener...
I can really work myself into a frenzy about things. You know how scared I get to fly and how I'm convinced that the plane will crash? Well, when Paul flies, I am barely scared at all! I just figure he'll be fine... But I do check his flight status to make sure they landed in one piece.